I am glad to hear of one author who does his best to kill the story of that evil mummy or mummy-case in the British Museum.
Mr. J. G. Lockhart can discover but one misfortune connected with it. A girl put out her tongue at it, and, later, when leaving the Museum, fell and sprained her ankle.
When I was in Egypt, I and some others did our best to find evidence of mummies which brought bad luck. But the keepes of anuiquities in Middle and Lower Egypt knew of none. And who should know if they did not?
Quite apart from many other things which must be taken for granted, I cannot believe that some occult influence thinks it worth while to hang about this mortal scene simply on the chance of being able to plague humanity, In the first place—what incredible boredom!
In the second—we can do that sort of thing more than efficiently among ourselves.
—Showman in the "Daily Herald."
American Howlers A MILLENNIUM is something like a centennial, only it has more legs.
A lyric is something written to be sung by a liar.
Disinfectant is a smell that is a greater smell than the original smell.
The difference between air and water is that air can be made wetter, but water cannot.
The moral of the Ancient Mariner is "Obey the Fish and Game Laws."
America was not discovered until very mud New York is behind Greenwich time wabi later.
To remove air from a flask, fill the flask with water, tip the water out, and put the cork in quick, Tinkle, Tinkle Little Fish Every time a fish nibbles at his line, an angler of Napier, N.Z, hears a little tinkle. When a fish touches the bait a wire is pulled down, completing an electric circuit and ringing the bell.—News Despatch.
Seated by the sea-shore, close to crab and winkle, Free of care and worry on a nice, fine day, Napier's happy angler hears a little tinkle ing him a fish has bitten in the bay.
Down he puts his pipe and book, tolerantly sighing, Picks his rod up thinking of a record catch, Hoping that he'll find the fish have honestly. been trying, Trusting there's a whopper out of all that batch. Tragedy! He pulls his line up: nothing's on the hook! So, Giving vent to bitter comments down he flings Rod and all. No wonder that the lad should look Napier fish have learned the trick of runaway rings.—By F. G. H, Salusbury in the "Daily Herald."
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